Weighing the Odds

The Matten coven gathered once again in their penthouse after the meeting with Count Griffin, the air thick with a mix of excitement, tension, and uncertainty.

They each grabbed a seat in the living room each thinking about the punishment they had just received.

Ezra leaned forward with a slight smile. "Is it just me or do you guys also think that it sure could be worse than it currently is?" He asked, trying to inject some optimism into the room.

Gen nodded in agreement, a confident glint in her eyes. "Absolutely. Uniting the two gangs will be easy," she asserted. "We're vampires. That's like asking a lion to hunt prey. Count Griffin made it sound like we would be holding up the sky or something."

Ezra's mind wandered as Gen spoke. He couldn't believe his luck. The two gangs they would be taking over were the Red Orphan and the Three Axe gang.